2046

2046 A hotel room I write dreams A train to nowhere The rambling commuter tracks An empty highway of voluptuous dreams Exotic visions An elusive stringed symphonia of a future present already gone Four women, three sirens The hotel neon illumines our sordid fantasies We embrace then kiss Sweet poison Red lampshade, red lips Red rooms, red curtains Red shadows Unfaithful erotic pose Defiant gaze The aching solitude of knowing In your arms I am no longer there A chimera of future timelessness Platform shoes Heels that glow Strut and trample the hallowed tar from my shattered soul Wanton abandon a mirror for Innocence lost My words shattered Shards of fallen glass In pools of liquid gaze Your naked thighs thrust in ecstasy A trap of lost hope and stolen bliss